THOMAS, Lord VAUX of Harrowden. The assault of CUPID upon the fort, where the Lover's heart lay wounded; and how he was taken.

[TOTTEL's Miscellany.]

HEN CUPID scalèd first the fort,
Wherein my heart lay wounded sore:
The battery was of such a sort,
That I must yield or die therefore.

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There saw I LOVE, upon the wall,
How he his banner did display :
Alarm! Alarm! he 'gan to call,
And bade his soldiers keep array.

The arms the which that CUPID bare
Were pierced hearts with tears besprent ;
In silver and sable to declare

The steadfast love he always meant.

There might you see his band all drest
In colours like to white and black;
With powder and with pellets, prest
To bring the fort to spoil and sack.

GOOD-WILL, the Master of the Shot, Stood in the rampire brave and proud; For 'spense of powder, he spared not Assault! Assault! to cry aloud.

There might you hear the cannons roar, Each piece discharged a lover's look, Which had the power to rent ; and tore In any place whereas it took.

And even with the trumpets' sound,
The scaling ladders were up set;
And BEAUTY walked up and down
With bow in hand, and arrows whet.

Then first DESIRE began to scale,
And shrouded him under his targe;
As on the worthiest of them all,
And aptest for to give the charge.

Then pushed soldiers with their pikcs,
And halbardiers with handy strokes.
The arquebuse in flesh it lights,
And dims the air with misty smokes.

And as it is the soldiers' use,
When shot and powder 'gins to want;
I hanged up my flag of truce,

And pleaded for my life's grant.

When FANCY thus had made her breach,
And BEAUTY entered with her band:
With bag and baggage; silly wretch!
I yielded into BEAUTY'S hand.

Then BEAUTY bade to blow retreat,

And every soldier to retire:

And MERCY mild with speed to fet

Me, captive bound as prisoner.

"Madam," quoth I, "since that this day
Hath served you at all essays;

I yield to you without delay,

Here of the fortress, all the keys."

"And since that I have been the mark,
At whom you shot at with your eye;
Needs must you with your handiwork,
Or salve the sore or let me die."

[Three imitations of this famous poem will be found at pp. 128, 460, 651].

GREAT FROST.

Cold doings in London, except it be at the LOTTERY.

With News out of the Country.

A familiar talk between a Countryman and

a Citizen touching this terrible Frost, and the Great Lottery, and the effects of them.

Printed at London for Henry Gosson, and are to be sold at the sign of the [The rest of the imprint is cut off in Mr. Huth's copy.]

A Table of the most special matters of note contained in this

short Discourse.

1. A description of the Thames being frozen over. 2. The dangers that hath happened to some persons passing upon the Thames.

3. The harms that this frost hath done to the City.

4. The misery that the country people are driven into by the means of this frost.

5. The frosts in other Kings' times compared with this.

6. A description of the Lottery.